Visit of Peter Küstermann and Angela Pahler

 

Saturday, January 30

 

Expotus

 

A man called from the airport in Miami and said

he was flying to Germany and was two days early

for his flight.  He wanted to know if it was safe to sleep

near the airport in his rental car.  He and his girlfriend

didn’t have any money for a motel.  Scrib said it wasn’t,

and invited them to come and stay with him and Brenda

in Delray Beach.  He gave them directions.  He said he’d have

a supper fixed.  The man said, “We are vegetarians.”  Scrib said

he’d make scalloped potatoes and leave out the ham.  Did they eat

milk and cheese?  They did.  Also potatoes.  It turns out he was

a college professor on sabbatical, traveling with a cameraperson,

making a home-movie about mail-art artists, and many of the people

they interviewed told them to look up Scrib when they got to Florida,

so he did.  He interviewed Scrib in his eyrie.  The questions were

condescending, Scrib felt.  He felt like the man, a European, looked down

on Americans.  At least, Scrib felt like he patronized him.  Of course,

Scrib was paranoid.  The woman, Angela, took her coffee in the mornings

on the porch in a bra and panties, where she could be seen from the road,

and nearly stopped traffic.  Scrib was probably a prude, too.

At least, he wasn’t used to nudists underfoot.

They all went to the Steak & Ale the next night

for the salad bar, then Peter and Angela were on

their way.  Back to where he was a member of

the professoriate and all that that entailed. 

Scrib was an unemployed technical writer who worked as a navvy

when he had to.  From navigator.  Not the Lincoln full-size luxury SUV.

The man leaning on the shovel.  The construction worker.  The demolition laborer.

War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength.  Demolition is historic

preservation.  The East German writers who informed on each other to the secret police.

The members of the Soviet Writers Union who voted to expel Solzhenitzen.

Scrib calls George W. Bush, former President of the United States, Expotus.

He calls Expotus’s gang of war criminals and thugs the Bush-Enron Administration.

He can’t get a word he writes in edgewise.  Gen. Smedley Butler called himself

“a gangster for capitalism.”  They don’t need the Marines, they do it with a pencil.

They have Blackwater.  They have the CIA.  I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you.

 


 

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